Friday, July 09, 2010
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
WARD & BETTY KIMBALL
Above, a beautiful sketch, which also conveys the feeling the two had for each other. What a powerful medium pencil and paper is when it's in the right hands!
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Sunday, July 04, 2010
IT'S JULY FOURTH!!!!!
This (above) is a short video I made a couple of years ago to express what I felt about the Fourth of July. I considered remaking it, but after watching it again I concluded that I'm not likely to improve on it, so here it is, in all its 2008 glory.
While I'm at it, I'll throw in this nifty opening title from HBO's John Adams series.
Last, but not least, here's (above) a brief excerpt from that series where John Adams publicly commits to the ideal of liberty. I always get misty-eyed over stuff like this.
Have a good Fourth everybody!
Saturday, July 03, 2010
RECENT ASTRONOMICAL PICTURES
Above, another moon of Saturn, a small one called Phoebe. Maybe it's a captured comet. |
This (above) is M66, one of the closest galaxies. It's a lot more impressive when seen large.
This is a detail of the edge of a another nearby galaxy. Enlargement is a must. |
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
WHERE DID THE 60S COME FROM?
"What led to the 60's?" you ask. Good question. Well, there's Vietnam, the pill, drugs, civil rights...you name it. These are the standard explanations, and they're all important, but we all know there's gotta be more than that. You don't go from Ozzie and Harriet to bare-breasted at Woodstock in just a few years unless you have a lot of history pushing at your back.
What that history is, I don't know. I thought I might free-associate a little here, just to see what other explanations I could come up with. I've tried this before and what I came up with was woefully inadequate, but maybe I'll do better this time. Here goes.......
Maybe after the miniskirt there was no turning back. No matter how destructive the new sensibility might turn out to be, a return to the society that covered up legs was unthinkable.
What that history is, I don't know. I thought I might free-associate a little here, just to see what other explanations I could come up with. I've tried this before and what I came up with was woefully inadequate, but maybe I'll do better this time. Here goes.......
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Sunday, June 27, 2010
MORE OBSERVATIONS ABOUT WOMEN (RE-WRITTEN)
WARNING: Nothing obscene here, but this post is not office or school safe.
Most modern women will eventually develop a pear shape, like Rembrandt's wife in the drawing above.
In the era of the dinosaurs (above), most young women ran around naked. That's okay. I'm sure nobody complained. In those days, even middle-aged women were probably pretty slim and athletic. |
Not so for modern city women (above). They tend to put on weight pretty early in life. So do modern men, but this post isn't about them. |
Most modern women will eventually develop a pear shape, like Rembrandt's wife in the drawing above.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
THE LAST "MAN" CARTOONIST
I'm toying with the idea of doing a Sunday Comics page. Maybe something every other Sunday. I don't have any ideas, and I'm not sure that I know how to color and ink in Photoshop, so I might have to use crayons. Let me think about it. Whatever it is will probably look horrible, but I feel a responsibility to at least make an effort...I mean, being the last man cartoonist and all.
Monday, June 21, 2010
A COMING COLOR REVOLUTION IN ARCHITECTURE
Sunday, June 20, 2010
A WEEKEND WITH WILLIAM RANDOLPH HEARST
Hearst's many guests stayed in opulent rooms. He saw to it that they had every convenience. |
He himself stayed in quarters which were more modest; more intimate and cozy. This (left) is his bedroom but the photograph doesn't do it justice.
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Thursday, June 17, 2010
OFF TO THE BEACH!
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
WALLY WOOD REVEALS THE FUTURE!
He foresaw that young men would live in spotlessly clean, high tech apartments in the tropical jungle. No bugs or mud, just friendly, beautiful neighbors. |
Wood also knew that beautiful girls will have no need to take rocket ships to other worlds. Every strange, loathsome beast in the galaxy will sooner or later come to them. |
Last of all, Wood knew that tail fin cars would make a comeback, and that the future would be full of them. How did he know!? It's uncanny! |
Sunday, June 13, 2010
"FEEL MY FANGS ON YOUR SPACE HELMET!"
A Short Story by Eddie Fitzgerald
(Copyright 2010 by Eddie Fitzgerald)
It is I, Magog the hunter, daughter of Nartha the matriarch, and along with my fellow nogs I watched the metal thing emerge from the stars and, with fire roaring from its bottom, land on the surface of my cratered asteroid. None of us had ever seen anything like it, so we waited in practiced stillness to see what would happen. Who knows? Maybe there was a meal to be had here. Sure enough, after a bit, a hole appeared in its side and a creature emerged.
It walked on only two limbs, something none of us had ever seen before. How does it do that? Nogs have barely enough at twenty, twenty-two if you include the large mandibles which are for ripping and tearing, but are also useful as extra legs when running down prey. No need for that now, though. With no prompting from us the thing was slowly advancing right into the middle of us, cautiously shining a wide beam of light into the shadows that defined our still and rock-like bodies.
I was in favor of waiting another moment or two but one of the hungriest young nogs impetuously reared up and loomed over the creature, its mandibles opening and closing; hot, steaming acid dripping from its grinding mouth parts. The startled creature made a move to run back to the metal thing but was cut off by several adolescents who spat a corrosive fixing fluid that anchored the creature to the spot.
The thing was doomed, but was apparently determined to sell its life dearly. It reached into a pouch on its side and frantically withdrew a thing which shot out beams of light which vaporized whatever they touched. A big mistake. At the sight of a struggling victim nogs go into a feeding frenzy of inconceivable ferocity. The creature shot its beams this way and that, pouring the destructive force of its energy into us; maiming, killing, destroying, and for a moment appeared to be getting the upper hand. It was time for me, the chief, to enter the fray.
With a leap I jumped onto the transparent globe on top of its body and sank my fangs into the smooth surface. The top of the disk crumbled and there was a whoosh of gas and inside I could see a soft hairy thing which I immediately bit. The flavor was indescribably delicious but the thing was still alive and was able to bring its shooter up to my abdominal segment and fire.
In the silence of space I saw my body divide into two wildly flailing parts. My entrails unwound into the ether and large quantities of blood escaped in shimmering globules. My time was up. I only had a moment of consciousness left, but that's not important. For nogs it's the species that matters, not the individual. With my last instant of wakefulness I watched as my belly disgorged hundreds of small nogs which carried the feeding frenzy into the gaping hole in the shattered dome.
Life goes on.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
I GET MY COMEUPPANCE
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